of smile! Yes, he was human.

She liked him better than she had ever thought it possible to like a
minister--especially an ugly one, and one whom she'd never "met."

But after service she "met" him at the door, where he was standing
to shake hands with the departing worshippers. As Mrs. O'Neill
introduced her, rather unhappily, as "one of Tess's little friends,"
he flashed her another smile which said, quite plainly: "I saw you
up to your pranks, young lady!" But it was not until after Dr. and
Mrs. O'Neill had passed on that he said aloud: "That was all right--
all I ask is that you don't look so innocent when your hands are at
mischief."

Oh, she adored his smile!

The following Sunday evening she was invited to the O'Neills' for
supper, and the Reverend MacGill was invited too. The knowledge of
this interesting meeting impending made it possible for her to view
Genevieve and Arthur, again out on a Sunday afternoon stroll, with a
certain equanimity. Genevieve, though very striking and vivacious in
her white fox, was indubitably a frivolous-minded girl; she, Missy,
was going to eat supper with the Reverend MacGill. Of course white
fox furs were nice, and Arthur's eyelashes curled up in an
attractive way, but there are higher, more ennobling things in life.

The Reverend MacGill did not prove disappointing on closer
acquaintance. Grandpa said he knew everything there is to know about
the Bible, but the Reverend MacGill did not talk about it. In a way
this was a pity, as his talk might have been instructive, but he got